The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1887-10-07
Mr.. DUNBLE'S ADVENTURE.
BY WALLACE p. REED.

Hotel Bolivar. the leading hOstelry in
the city of Guatemala, he handed the
landlord a package of valuable papers
for safe keeping, and said that be would
60 TO his al ouce.
Mr. Dumble had arrived late 0t night,
and feel ng sleepy and travel worn, was
in no mood for conversation. He felt
that after a good night rest he would
be all tue better able to look after the
interests Of his firm, the big coffee
house Of BadZood & Co. of Boston.
The next morning the Bostonian was
ap with the sun. but to his indispensable
annoyance be found it somewhat
difficult to make his toilet, as his gar
ments were all missing.
1T is a blank, queer thing
soliloquized Mr., DumbIe, as he dodged
about the room carefully avoiding the
windows. i hung my clothes on that
chair last night and now they are
gone"
He looked around for a bell, but could
ind none. Then he opened his door
and listened ntentIy. Nobody vas
string in the house.
Now. l am not going to stay in bed
like these lazy Central Americans. l
must have my morning walk
He look down at his airy costume.
Clearly it would not do to 60 out until
he was dressed. Sticking his head out
of the door he yelled at the top of his
voice:
Hello! Waiter Boy!
No answer.
Mr. Dumble in his excitement walk
ed out into the corridor. He noticed
that the door Of the room next to his
chamber stood ajar. Without consid-
ering the matter. he plunged in on a
tour of investigation. In a moment
he reappeared with an armful Of cloth
ing. and rushed into his W ROOM,
where he proceeded to inspect his
FlGGGor.
They will ft," he remarked. but
Ehat an outrageous rig it is! Gold
lace, a sash and sword, and a cooked
hat I'll put on the things until l can
do better"
When arrayed in his borrowed garb,
Mr.. Dumble presented a very pictur-
eSque appearance. He was short and
stout, with a red, jolly face, and his
peculiar trappings were really becom-
ing.
Il feel like a fool. said Dumble con-
6dentiallY to his reflection in the mir
For. These duds don't suit a bald
headed Boston man in the coffee trade.
Am | a masquerade ball or a ~circus?"
Finding himself unable to answer
the question, Mr.. Dumble looked cut
of the window. There was no sign of
life in the streets, and it was evident
shat Guatemala did not boast of an
early rising population.
After some consideration Mr.. Dumble
decided that ne would venture out for
. walk. On his return he would ex-
plain things to the landlord, and make
It all right with the unknown owner of
the fancy costume.
OF course man IA . soekkedd hhat
and a gold laced coat, with a sword
dangling by his side, could not 90
skipping along In the jaunty style of
the average commercial traveller. Mr..
Dumble saw this. and when he reached
the street he started off at a dignifed
pace.
He was very much gratiIied to find
that the few persons he met saluted
him with great respect. but after awhile
he grew a little uneasy.
"There Is something wrong" he
muttered This Is no masquerade
costume. It belongs to some highcock-
alorem fellow, some foreign minister,
perhaps. The thing may get me into
trouble YETI
However, he was in for it The ear
" morning air was SO bracing and the
quaint streets SO attractive that the
Bostonian could not resist the tempta-
ton to prolong his stroll. He o o
found himself in the residence part Of
the city. and as the sun climbed higher,
the streets began to fiji with people.
All the p~romenaders and even those
II arr cs sAaliEssssaa the man IN the
cooked hat verg deferentialIy.
II am evidently somebody, Z thought
Dumble. but who in the mischief am
If Ill could speak their jingling lingo
tolerabIS well. | would ask Tor infor-
nation.
Il WAS now past breakfast time, but
the distracted tourist was not aware Of
II He was thinking Of returning to
the hotel. and wondering whether he
had lost his way. when q carriage halt
cd and an officer jumped ont and took